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LUNCHTIME! I COULDN’T wait to exchange experiences with Mandela. Mandela sat at the same table she and her Auntie Meriweather sat during the orientation reception. Even though it was a table for two. I didn’t want to assume that the empty chair had my name on it.
“Can I join you?”
“Me think about it.” Mandela tapped her smiling lips with her index finger. “Me Answer is.”
“Yes. Your smile gave the answer away.”
“Sit, best friend!”
Sister Kajumba Asra voice traveled through the public address system. “Lunch is being served. You may lineup.”
We left our tables, grabbed trays, and proceeded to the buffet. We filled each compartment with a choice of our own choosing. I didn’t want to take any chances and have an embarrassing mishap. I carried my tray with both hands and so d
